Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 11

About two hours later, Seraphina found herself back at Leandro’s front door.

From the entrance, she could see the garage, and Leandro’s car seemed to be missing. Just as she was about to ring the doorbell, the door suddenly swung open from the inside.

Karan was slinging a big bag over her shoulder, yelling back into the house as she stepped out, “You stay put, no running around, got it? Your dad will be home tonight!”

Mid–sentence, she turned her head and saw Seraphina standing at the doorway, looking taken aback and then annoyed, “Didn’t you already take off? Why are you back here?”

“Karan, I think I left something here, so I came back,” Seraphina replied with a smile, then glanced at Karan’s bag. “You heading out?”

Karan grimaced, adjusting her bag and grunting in response.

Seraphina hesitated for a moment before asking, “Can I go in and look for my stuff?”

Looking like she was pressed for time, Karan shot her an irritable glance, “Just go in and find whatever you need, and leave as soon as possible! And don’t go chattering with Valerio, gol it?”

Seraphina nodded promptly, “Alright, got it. Take care, Karan!”

With that, Karan hurried off, looking like she was indeed in a rush.

on a pile of art supplies. He looked at her, obviously having heard her exchange with Karan.

but he quickly looked down and started

him further, she took a symbolic stroll upstairs and was back down in no time. Despite having spent the night here, her recorder had always been in her bag, so if it

present situation left her with no choice but to wait for Leandro. But how would

look at her but seemed to sense her approaching, his sketching grew even more frantic the closer

Seraphina asked as she picked up the assignment

the child to create a family album with the help of

working on the family portrait four identical stick figures, big heads atop bodies made up of a few

crucial person was missing. However, the rough sketching didn’t seem to match the standard. one would expect from

gaze, Valerio’s sketching became

one lucky kid. I haven’t drawn for seven years, and now I’m

up a chair next to Valerio, picked up a pencil, and quickly sketched out Bruce and Gloria. When it came to drawing Leandro, she paused and handed

and Gloria for a moment before accepting the pencil from her and copying her style to draw Leandro. Despite his lack of drawing skills, his sketch, although crude, somewhat

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resembled Leandro.

gaze and pointed to the last empty spot on the paper, “Now it’s

pencil, his brows furrowed in deep thought, but

from him, “Let me help you.”

studying the little boy in front of her. Valerio was truly beautiful, with flawless skin, dark

to sketch with her long eyelashes

at her, his eyes full of curiosity. She patted his chin and said with a smile, “You’re such a looker, why are you so quiet? Girls your age aren’t usually into the silent type. How do you expect them to approach you if you don’t talk? Don’t you feel sad when the girl you like is always playing with other boys?”